Page 9 of Has-Been
“At least you’re getting to know the old ladies here, right? That’s a start. I’m sure Camille and Lissa are always up for drinks and giggles in the bar with you too.”
He wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t enough. “I need to be able to choose my own friends, Seth. And I need to be able to choose who I date, because I have to be able to date. You found love, and I want that too. I want it so much. I want to be someone’s everything, just like Cammy is to you. I shouldn’t have had to wait so long to start looking. I’m at a severe disadvantage, because I’m starting this so late, when others were doing this in senior school.”
Seth looked a little pink in the cheeks, but he nodded.
“I get it. No interfering in your life.” Then he smirked as he reached for his coffee again.
“As long as whoever you choose to date doesn’t wear a club cut, we’ll be just fine.”
WHAT?
Six
Ifinishedthewholesprayjob because I spent all fucking day out there working on it. It was that or risk going into the clubhouse, to bump into either my VP, or his baby sister, yeah, the woman I was desperate to deflower.
Did that sound wrong and distasteful? Yeah, of course, and there was a good reason for that. It was. I was too old for her. At twenty-one, she should be looking at guys her own age, and not me. I was a few weeks away from turning thirty. While it wasn’t a huge age gap, those years meant a lot to someone who’d missed out on so much already.
“Hey, brother, you gonna take a break, like ever?” Torch stuck his head into the spray room and inhaled deeply.
“Oh yeah, that’s the good shit.Makes my balls tingle.”
“You sick fuck, will you get out of here?” The bastard could always make me laugh, and maybe I needed that right now.
“I’m heading into town tonight, gotta find me some pussy. You down?”
The mere thought of any woman other than Elise was a hell no, but I couldn’t let on, could I?
“I’m definitely not some pussy, so no. Get some with someone else.”
Torch laughed, coming over to inspect the parts I was spraying. It was a wraparound design for a motorbike not belonging to a club member. It was a good way to bring in extra money, and honestly, I was enjoying the work. The guy was an online poker player, and did pretty well at it, so the design had the winning hand from his first game, and a wraparound Joker image, because that was his online handle. Joker69, because… well, sometimes we’re all a little juvenile.
“I like that, man. You should do this shit for a living.”
I’d already removed my protective mask as I sat back, so I took the time to let my face cool down after sweating away in that damn thing.
“Are you gonna fuck off so I can finish this?”
Torch smirked, reaching for one of my spray cans, and laughing when I slapped his hand away.
“Not until you agree, no. You know I have a better chance of getting laid when you’re there. You draw them in with your babyface, and then I show they’d be better off with a bad boy. Feeling like really getting nasty tonight though. You wanna share someone?”
A few weeks ago, I’d have said yes to that question, and gamely flirted my way into some girl’s underwear with him. A few weeks ago, life was easier, but it was also emptier.
“I have to be careful, man. We still don’t know who’s getting these videos of me online. They’re not all with the same woman now, so someone’s actively videoing me with others, or I dunno… enlisting others to trap me. I’m tired of seeing my junk online.”
Torch laughed. “I wouldn’t mind if they did it to me. I’m not ashamed of what I’m packing.”
“You know it’s not about that.” It wasn’t. Maybe it had been before, not shame, but humiliation. It’s a violation. It’s others seeing me the way I hadn’t planned for them to see me. Now there was an additional problem though. Elise. If she saw those videos, she’d never want me. She’d never trust me. She’d see me as a man-whore, not worthy of touching her sweet innocent body.
“Dude, I like you, but not really keen on you getting a boner around me when we’re alone.”
I shook myself free of my thoughts.
“What?”
Torch started laughing. “Okay, who is she? You’re thinking about some bitch, and you’re getting a fucking stiffy. I wanna know. Is she hot? Oh, wait, are we gonna share her? I’m feeling like assfucking someone until they scream tonight. Or is it a guy? If so, dibs on his ass.”
I stood up, shoving him hard, and knocking one of my beautiful, finished pieces onto the concrete ground. Fuck. If I’d just fucked up my hard work, I’d blame him for that too.
